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the same old, same old.
A little sunshine right now
sounds like such sweet
malaise -
A hundred fucking hurtles
over the same
ancient
rigged game;
I've got a plaque, says
'Born to come in last place'
A barbed cage of thoughts
poked and ribbed with red-hots
pulled from the stomped out fireplace.
Thirty years of living with
the same old, same old
each and every
damned day.
sounds like such sweet
malaise -
A hundred fucking hurtles
over the same
ancient
rigged game;
I've got a plaque, says
'Born to come in last place'
A barbed cage of thoughts
poked and ribbed with red-hots
pulled from the stomped out fireplace.
Thirty years of living with
the same old, same old
each and every
damned day.
Published 3rd Oct 2024
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4th Oct 2024 00:27am
5th Oct 2024 5:01am
Very raw. Very powerful.i loved how you conveyed the feeling of being trapped.
